Truth is a fever in a world of lies. It brings on nights of sweat stained sheets, delirious dreams, and stillborn echoes. In the middle of this terror, I can hear the ocean whisper, a tidal wisdom of salty rhymes. I can't understand its language but, as it turns out, this is a good thing.
THE SEARCH FOR SELF IN THE MATRIX OF SOCIAL GOVERNANCE
Donald J. Trump isn’t the problem. We are the problem. He is the face of who we are. When you look in the mirror, he is who you see. We write blogs. We write books. We write TV and film scripts. We spin news on cable news. We protest and complain on streets and social media sites. This amounts to easing our own personal pain. It amounts to telling ourselves lies. It doesn’t change the fact that we are all culpable to the murders and atrocities that are caused by the swords of the empire. The military economic complex is alive and well. In fact, it is thriving and doing better than ever before, and it will not go away until we rise up and destroy it. The pen is not mightier than the sword. Go ask Jamal Khashoggi.